Wind Chill

Actors: Holmes Ashton,Donovan Martin,Bellamy Ned,Wallace Ian A.,Lucas Donny James,Moore Darren,Banks Linden,Darko Caz Odin,Horejda Heath,Horror,Thriller,

Does this sound like a good start to a novel?
I’d like to write a novel based on magic and mystical creatures. I know people say to start with a plot, characters, story boards etc. but I’m planning to do that bit next. For now I just wrote what was in my head, let it all flow out. Does this sound like a good start to a novel? Is it interesting enough for me to carry on writing?

Constructive criticism only please =)

Lips feet were sore. The coarse brown mesh that layered his boots rubbed against his ankles. The magic laced material did wonders at protecting his feet from the icy chill of winters snow, but left his feet red raw from the chafing. Without looking he knew there would be a blistery sore swelling his feet, burning a path and winding its way up his leg. Much to match the one from yesterday. But better this, he thought, than to lose both feet to the fate of a frozen winter. A criminally painful experience he had been told.
With a small shudder Lip brought his mind forward to survey the dense snow laden woods surrounding him. A familiar and peaceful sight. He had taken this journey many times before and it had always been one of thorough enjoyment. Trees of all kinds submerged the area. From deep rooted trees three, even four time the size of men, to trees no smaller than a babe. In the middle of Spring their leaves envelope the sky like a blanket of colour, deep auburns and greens. Overlapping each other, each fighting to reach the sun. But during the dead of winter the leaves were fallen, swept away to be replaced with a sheet of glistening white. Not that this bothered Lip, he found the winter just as inviting. Twisting to his left, Lip followed the path he had travelled times before, hidden deep below the snow. The track took a steady slope upwards, towards a distant hill. Not long left he thought, soon he would be at the house. It had taken him surprisingly less time than usual to trek the woods. Stretching, he rose a foot over a fallen log just ahead, slipping slightly but just enough to cause a burning sensation at the ball of his ankle. The pain seared. Once again he began to doubt the mesh was a good idea at all, but then none of his brother